Warning: This story contains themes of dark romance and explicit, steamy sex. It's intended for mature readers, 18 and over as it delves into intense passion, taboo romance and crossing boundaries. Note that all of the characters are above 18 and their consent is taken before any of the intense scenes. If you're not into taboo relationships and intense, forbidden desire, this might not be the story for you, read with caution and know that all these are fictional themes.
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They say your first love is unforgettable, but they never tell you what to do when your first love is the one man you can't have.
I was sixteen when I first realized I had feelings for Shane Shepherd. He was my father's best friend, always around at family gatherings. He was older, confident, with a dangerous edge that made my teenage heart race every time he entered the room. I knew it was wrong to think of him that way, to feel my cheeks heat up whenever he looked at me, but I couldn't help it. There was something about him that drew me in, made me feel alive in ways I never knew I could.
For two years, I kept my feelings to myself, hiding the way my pulse quickened whenever he was near. But on my eighteenth birthday, I decided to be bold. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on me a moment too long that night. Whatever it was, I found myself alone with him, my heart pounding in my chest, courage bubbling up inside me.
I kissed him.